Perhaps it was his mood, or perhaps even the heavens were celebrating Real Madrid's victory. The morning after their 4–0 away win over Dortmund, Madrid enjoyed rare beautiful weather, with clear blue skies.
When Yang Yang drove to Valdebebas and got out of the car, he looked up at the azure sky. Golden sunlight spilled over him, and the warmth felt indescribably comfortable.
Right now, he really wanted to fly to a beach in southern Spain, lie back in a beach chair, and enjoy a good, comfortable sleep.
That would have been the best kind of indulgence!
Unfortunately, none of it had anything to do with him. Not only could he not enjoy himself, but he also had to worry about Real Madrid's match against Barça two days later.
Real Madrid had long since grown used to fighting through one tough battle after another.
The coaching staff already had a complete process for how to play and how to prepare.
But there were still many things Yang Yang had to worry about himself.
Besides, his authority as Head Coach extended beyond the First Team.
"What wonderful weather!"
A short, slightly chubby middle-aged man in a black polo shirt approached from the direction of the administration building with a smile. There was a uniquely warm quality to the smile on his face.
That was also the source of his greatest personal charm.
Juni Calafat, Real Madrid's head of international football, held a high position and wielded considerable influence, but he was also a controversial figure.
At least, Yang Yang was not particularly fond of him.
That was because, before the end of last season, he had just talked little Yang Guang into signing a contract. Although the terms and benefits were extremely generous and little Yang Guang had not suffered